Pandora’s box. Another one of those expressions I should look up. Quieting the mind has the capacity to open one. It’s a double-edged sword. You get a sense of what is really happening around you – it’s extraordinary all the stuff you’re missing out on in the cacophony. But, with the good comes the bad, eh? Why is it I don’t mind the rush of positive feelings, but am so scared of the painful ones? It’s logical in one way, but kooky in another. They should both be equally off-putting. Maybe they are. The good stuff is indeed fleeting, maybe for that reason. I am just as unable to handle it as the disturbing imagery which is hiding under the surface.
Is that why religions tell you to wait for heaven until after you croak? Are humans ill-equipped to handle the extraordinary highs and lows of nirvana? I was tempted tonight. Tempted to re-frame. Tempted to look at things a little differently. With a different perspective. And something bizarre happened. I ceased fretting over the minutia which often occupies me. I saw. I witnessed. There it was, life. There were people, and objects, and sights. And of course sound. It was a concert after all. And it was a lovelier concert than I’ve heard in a while. Because I heard it differently. With new ears and mind. And then I got a rush. A joyous thrill. That one that others seem to get. It’s the one gotten from just being alive. From just being, and being glad for it.

But then I got another kind of rush. A more sinister one. The floodgates opened, and everything was allowed in. So I guess my mind had to close up shop. It didn’t feel inclined to get to know those demons further. But it’s too late. I now know the difference between being alive and being stuck. I’ll be less easily duped from now on. With all the gradations and layers and nuances, it is really very simple. On or off. Open or closed. I don’t want to go so far as to say alive or dead. But it might be right, eh?

originally published on 3/24/10